Sun Shanshan looked at the banknotes in her hand, then at Li Ziyan, "Why would you help me when there's no kinship between us?"
She wasn't a fool.
She naturally knew that in this world, there was no such thing as love without reason.
Moreover, they were complete strangers who had never met before.
"You might not believe this, but I used to be just like you, a homeless wretch. However, you're luckier than I was, at least you've met me." By the end of her speech, a complex expression appeared in Li Ziyan's eyes.
Hearing this, Sun Shanshan's gaze fell on the bag that Li Ziyan was carrying.
It was a bag from a well-known affordable luxury brand, costing over ten thousand to buy.
How could a homeless wretch afford such an expensive bag?
Li Ziyan laughed, "Like my bag?"
